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Lolita Twenty-twelve, Prologue (pt. 3)

July 2, 2012

Copyright M2B


The sun had been down for awhile, dinner had been served and was now happily being digested, and Carmen was snoozing along with many of the other passengers around us. I’d been surfing and reading on my I-Book, but was gettng drowsy myself.

Deciding that it would probably be a good idea to catch a few winks, I snugged under the blanket Carmen had offered to share and was herself currently keeping warm for the both of us.

…strange dreams…of daphne, kneeling before me, head bowed, arms extended; wrists within her cuffs, her collar glistening around her neck…

‘I am yours, Master…to do with as you please. My flesh is your flesh; my love, timeless and unending…love me as I love you…use me as you see fit..’

I snorted, barely stifling a full-on laugh. ‘Sounds like you got that from a book on Gor or something…’

‘Hey!’ I worked…really hard…on memorizing that!’ daphne exclaimed, breaking the mood by looking up.

‘I’m sure you did, love. And, don’t get me wrong – I love you…for everything you do. I guess what I’m looking for, well, simply has to come from the heart. From YOU.’

‘Kinda new to this, you know? And what part sounded insincere? I meant every word, even if it wasn’t original…’

‘Perhaps it’s just me. Come…up…’

daphne got up and climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a kiss. ‘Sometimes…just sometimes…I wonder about just how ‘Masterly’ you really are…’

I laughed, kissing her forehead. ‘Guilty. I must admit, I’m not all that ‘Masterly’, as far as that goes. One thing I AM sincere about is my love for you, though, d. Of that you must never doubt.’

‘Nor you of ME…’Master’..’ daphne said cheekily grabbing my upright cock. ‘Permission to climb aboard?’

daphne straddled me, placing the head of my cock at the entrance to her cunt, slowly easing down as we both sighed…

I awakened, disoriented. Eyes still closed, I gradually remembered, based on the humm of the airplane engines, where I was. Still partially swaddled in Carmen’s blanket, most seemed to have moved back to seat 13B. Not only that, but on top of the vibrations of the airplane, a…new…different…vibration seemed to be coming from underneath the very blanket I was once warmly snuggled under.

Opening my eyes a crack…I couldn’t help but notice…Carmen’s crack. She was turned away from me, but was obviously very – if discreetly – rubbing herself. Massaging herself. With her mini-skirt now well above her hips.


Holy fucking SHIT what an ass. And if she hadn’t been wearing panties when she first arrived, she certainly wasn’t wearing any now. I wondered if…with the sound of the plane and her concentrating on…well, HER business…if I just…unzip…quietly…pulling out from MY boxers…

There. SUCH a relief! So close, too…with my glans mere inches away from those ripe, full cheeks…


…pretty obvious what Carmen was doing, though. And was that a gentle…whrrrr?

Looking down, I noticed the empty spot in the box where the vibe once was.

‘Ahem,’ I said, and Carmen started.

‘Oh! Sorry,’ she exclaimed in a whisper. ‘Didn’t mean to wake you.’

Turning around, Carmen had her blouse entirely open. Judging from the red marks around her aureoles, it appeared she liked things rough, too.

…self-mutilation. Hmmm.

‘So…I see you took things for a little test-drive.’

The vib, still quietly whrrring in her hand, glistened with Carmen’s juices.

‘Works well, too,’ Carmen said, a litle breathless. ‘The hype was true, though…it hardly makes any noise!’

‘I’m sure daphne will be pleased to ‘hear’ that.’

‘No, seriously, listen.’ With her vibe-free hand, Carmen reached between her legs, pulled apart her cleanly shaven lips, sticking the vibrator back inside her cunt. ‘Hear anything?’ she asked, pushing the vibe in and out repeatedly.

‘Oh…my…’ While not being entirely sure if eloquence was required at this point, it was lost on me either way. Pulling on the blanket so it covered us both, I slipped my pants down from my ass. I gripped my cock, stroking it in time to Carmen’s vibe thrusts, quite aroused at the sight of her masturbating.

‘Oh…oh…OH…’ Carmen moaned, her eyes closed. Fast and faster her hand thrust against her cunt, the vibe all-but lost inside her except for the part that she was gripping. Just as I was about to cum, I leaned over her. My cum squirted over the seat rest and onto her tum as Carmen herself seized up, her own orgasm obviously taking hold.

‘It works,’ Carmen gasped, letting go of the vibe while it continued its almost-silent whirring inside her.

‘Nice,’ I replied, my eyes half-closed themselves as I collapsed back into my seat, my own ‘vibe’ still clenched in my hand.



Lolita Twenty-twelve, Prologue (pt. 2)

July 2, 2012

Copyright 2012 M2B


Carmen and I talked up a storm as our journey continued. Turns out her area of teaching was as much based on past studies as it was on, shall we say, ‘practical application’. Yes, Carmen was, herself, a member of her local BDSM community, a concept I more than delighted at the prospect of learning more about.

‘So…if you don’t mind my asking’, I said after our stewardess had passed by and both Carmen and I had indulged in a drink (plus the obligatory salted peanuts), ‘that…necklace…of yours…’

Carmen smiled, with both her eyes and lips, while taking a sip of red wine. ‘I see nothing gets past you,’ she laughed. ‘Yes, it is…a collar. And, as it follows from that, I have a wonderful Master awaiting me at home. And, no, I don’t mind telling you.’

‘Thank you for your honesty,’ I said after a sip of my beer. ‘It really is beautiful – and I admire your willingness – and bravery – to be so…well, ‘brazen’ has negative connotations, but you know what I mean…being so ‘out’, particularly in public.’

Carmen laughed. ‘Oh, darling – I’ve had many a year to wrap my head around this, believe me. Thing is, if I am to truly teach, and embody that which I’m trying to impart, it just doesn’t make sense to me to try and hide it – or even try to slip it back in my pocket after I leave the confines of the classroom – OR the bedroom.’

‘Understood. I still admire you for it.

Hey – I wonder if…would you mind…I have a few things I’m bringing for Daphne and, well…I’d like your opinion. If that’d be ok.’

‘Certainly! Whatcha got.’

Pulling out my own carry-on, I double-checked to see if anyone was paying attention to us. Noting that most people were ensconsed in either film viewing or snoozing, I carefully extracted a box from my bag.

‘I’ll be giving this, to Daphne,’ I said, opening the black leather covered box.

‘Oh…my.’ Carmen was clearly impressed. ‘Is that pure silver?’

‘So I was lead to believe – it certainly appears to be. You like?’

‘It’s beautiful…may I?’ Carmen reached over and extracted the collar from the crimson velvet lined box. ‘Mmm…my…very nice.’

Noticing that an older woman was looking in our direction, I said ‘umm…maybe we should put it away…’

‘Oh, never mind!’ Carmen laughed. ‘Old fuddys. As I said, I’ve had to overcome…a LOT…of prejudice…and being judged…it’s ok. But…here,’ she said, returning the collar to me. ‘I’m sure daphne will be very excited to receive this. I know I would be. Are those nipple rings?’

‘Shh!’ Still couldn’t overcome my own self-consciousness, despite Carmen’s attitude. ‘Yes,’ I whispered, looking down at the other box I’d opened to show her. ‘Bit over the top?’

‘Well…depends on what you two have agreed to, really. As for ME…’ Carmen said, turning to face me directly and unbuttoning her blouse, ‘I got mine done…YEARS ago. Wasn’t even a particularly subby thing to do…not at the time, anyway. Perhaps in retrospect…’

COCK STAND! If fuddy lady could only see – but fortunately, Carmen was turned so that only if someone in the seats in front of us stood up and looked over…

Sure enough, though it wasn’t immediately apparent when I was perving through the opening in her blouse, her nipples were indeed pierced – and standing straight on end, too – much like my cock. On top of that, her auroleas were stippled, making it quite clear that I wasn’t the only one enjoying the show.

‘Ja think,’ Carmen smiled, breaking my reverie. DAMN she was good at doing that!

‘Ohh…lovely,’ I croaked, tightening my legs around my balls.

‘They are, aren’t they,’ Carmen agreed. As she buttoned up again, I finally managed to exhale properly, smiling weakly in the process. ‘Had ’em done to commemmorate my 40th birthday – how long ago that seems now. But if you haven’t talked to daphne about this yet, well…you just might want to…or be prepared for the possiblilty that she may not go for it. I certainly didn’t mind the pain, but it IS a huge step, particularly in connection with the direction you’re taking.’

‘Thanks – agreed,’ I said. ‘We’ll have a fair few things to talk about, I’m sure…’

‘Is that a dildo?’

Carmen’s eyes had trailed to the rather phallic-looking object that accompanied the rings in the box.

‘A vibrator, actually – and not just any vibe. This one, purportedly, barely makes any sound.’

‘You haven’t tried it.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘I meant, at least turned it on!’ Carmen laughed.

‘Well, I was kind of in a rush when I got it…and it was at the last minute…I guess I…’

Carmen laughed again, slapping me on the thigh playfully. Which actually felt pretty good, coming as it was so close to throbbing cock.

‘I’m just teasing, love. I realize that not everyone swings both ways…’

…just…leave…it…alone…I thought.

‘I’m sure daphne will be delighted. You are obviously a very caring and considerate Master – one any aubby would be delighted to be owned by.’

‘You’re too kind.’

‘Not at all. I know a keeper when I sit beside one.’

Our mutual smiles were filled with meaning.




Lolita Twenty-twelve, Prologue

July 2, 2012

Copyright 2012 M2B

Pt 1: take-off


Row 13, window seat 1. Good thing I’m not superstitious. At least it’s a pleasant enough day for flying.

‘Welcome aboard Flight 269 to Bogota. Our travel time will be 8 hours and 40 minutes. If everyone could please take their seats…’

Well, here I was: finally on-board a flight to see my love. We’d shared months of e-mails, texting, and even a few phone calls before I finally decided that…it was time. Time to finally bridge the gap…make a physical connexion to complete our already emotional and intellectual ones.

I only hoped that she wouldn’t die of fright when I showed up, unannounced, on her doorstep…


My mind – and my eyes – were so unfocused, looking at nothing in particular out the window as I thought of the trip to come – and, in particular, what awaited me at the other end of the flight – that it wasn’t until the raven-haired, olive complexioned woman said ’13b?’ that my reverie was broken.

‘Oh, yes – here, let me help you with that.’

Getting up from my seat, I shuffled over Seat 13B in order to assist the provocatively dressed and rather curvaceous woman with stowing her carry-on in the bin over our two seats. Wearing a form-fitting, black mini with a low-cut top and sporting stilettos that I marvelled at how any woman could stand in them, much less walk, it looked like the trip to Bogota was going to be a little less of a snooze-fest than I had originally expected.

‘Thank you, that was very kind of you,’ the woman said as we both took our seats. ‘Carmen,’ she said, offering her hand – the half-dozen gold hoops her arm sported jangling; her crimson-taloned fingers extended.

‘Alex,’ I replied, accepting her genuinely firm hand shake and meeting the unexpected warmth in her eyes.

‘Is this your first trip to Columbia?’ Carmen asked, attempting to stow her rather bulky handbag under her seat.

‘Actually, it is. Going to meet my sla…my love, I replied, hoping my faux pas wasn’t too obvious.

Carmen’s eyebrows raised slightly but, barely skipping a beat, all she said was ‘How wonderful for you. Bogota in particular is a wonderful city. I’m sure you’ll love it.’

‘Yeah well…hoping I can at least get by on a smattering of Spanish.’ I said, buckling my seat belt. ‘Afraid, despite taking an on-line course recently, it’s been since grade school that I studied the language.’

‘That’s ok – a lot of people speak English – particularly younger people’ Carmen said reassuringly as she also buckled in. ‘I’m sure you’ll get on fine.’

‘Attention passengers: Welcome to Flight 169 to Bogota, Columbia. You’ll see that the ‘fasten seat belt seat has been turned on. We would ask that you please direct you attention to…’

As the standard pre-flight messages were relayed and Carmen’s attention was diverted by the stewardess as she went through the motions of emergency evacuation, I took the opportunity to size her up. Voluptuous, indeed she was; must’ve been in her early-to-mid 40’s, but she certainly was in shape. Couldn’t help noticing that, between the buttons on her blouse, her breasts seemed entirely unencumbered with either a slip or a brassiere, and just above those…was that a collar around her neck?

‘We will be taking off shortly…’

At that moment, Carmen’s eyes met mine, making it obvious not only where I’d been gazing, but that she *knew* I’d been visiting. I blushed, glancing out the window before meeting her eyes again, but she simply – and graciously – offered me a smile with her beautiful, full lips, colored to match her talons.

‘Well, we’d better get comfortable. It’s almost an eight-hour flight.’

‘Seven hours, 40 minutes, as I understand it,’ I said, happy for the thought diversion. ‘I wonder what the in-flight movies are.’

‘Oh!’ Carmen exclaimed. Glancing toward the pocket in the seat in front of her and plucking out the in-flight magazine, she said ‘Let’s take a look.’

Taking another opportunity for a perve, with both our eyes trained on Carmen’s lap I couldn’t help but get aroused at both the curve of her hips and the way they just seemed to flow into the rest of her well-toned legs. And, if I’d had a foot-fetish, well…her toenails were the most immaculately manicured I’d ever lusted after, situated as they were in her open-toed pumps.

‘…hmm, nothing much that interests me. Good thing I brought my e-reader.’

‘Nothing good on?’ I attempted to re-focus from Carmen’s body to the magazine, but as she slapped it shut and reached for her handbag, I didn’t have a chance to look for myself.

‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ Carmen said. ‘You want to have a look? Here…I’m just going to get my book…’

Going down! Blouse DEFINITELY left nothing to the imagination, partiuclarly when she bent over, and because we were now taxiing down the runway, Carmen was jostled a little as the plane moved.

‘Oh! You ok?’ I said, putting a hand on her arm as the magazine slipeed to the floor.

‘Yes…yes, thanks,’ Carmen said, setting her bag in her lap. ‘Thank you. There we go.’

40DD, with dark brown auroles and perky nipples. Yum…down boy!

‘Colin Wilson, huh,’ I squeaked, clearing my throat. ‘I read ‘The Misfits’ years…decades…ago.’

‘Oh – interesting!’ If Carmen noticed me…noticing (and how could she not?), she intentionally let it go this time. ‘Yes, well…I did, too, but I’m actually teaching a course on, um… ‘alternate sexuality’…at the University, and Colin Wilson is one of the authors we’ll be studying.’

‘Wow’ I said, regaining my composure. ‘Yes, I’ve always been fascinated by…’alternate sexuality’, as you so delicately put it,’ I said, relieved – and not just a little bit more turned on – by having this as a common interest.

‘And here I was worried that I’d wind up sitting beside some stuffy old fuddy-dud for the whole trip!’ Carmen exclaimed, her eyes flashing brightly – and had her nipples been poking out as obviously from her blouse when she first arrived? I certainly didn’t think so. I certainly HOPED not.

‘Fuddy-dud, indeed,’ I smiled. Picking up the magazine from between us, I leafed through it distractedly, more as a diversion from my semi-hard cock but definitely having lost interest in watching the ground drop from under us as we climbed into the afternoon sun.


End Pt. 1